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KNIGHT AND DREDGE, CASTLE-STREET;
AND JOHN WARREN, OLD BOND-STREET, LONDON.
SOLD ALSO BY MR. WILLIAMS, AND MR, INGALTON, ETON; MESSRS. DEIGHTON AND

SON, CAMBRIDGE; AND MESSRS. MUNDAY AND SLATTER, OXFORD.

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THE

ΕΤΟΝΙΑ Ν.

N. VI.

The King of Clubs.

SCENE—THE CLUB-ROOM.

THE PRESIDENT PROLOGUIZES FROM THE CHAIR.

I love Variety ; no Book
From me obtains a second look,
In which I vainly seek to find
This Salt, this Pepper of the mind :
And ought that savours of precision,
Of sameness, or of repetition,
With more than Editorial hate
I scorn, detest, abominate.
Ergo, whereas the Reader knows
That Volume I. began in prose;
I think I'll change my note this time
And-Volume II. begins in rhyme.
My friends—I vote him Prosy quite,

Who speaks one word of Prose to-night. (Members testify astonishment. O'Connor opens his mouth wide-Musgrave shuts his close-Lozell nods with assentBurton with drowsiness.-Oakley takes out his tablets, and appears to be working hard.) Montgomery. “ I love to hear a clever rhymer rhyming .

In learned measure, eloquent and strong!” Golightly." " I love to hear a faulty timer timing

His borrid cadence, dissonant and wrong!” Montgomery. “Good Poetry's the noblest thing on Earth!” Golightly. “ Bad is a strong Provocative to mirth;

And, when a fool is sentimentalizing,”-
Sterling. "Order! the worthy President is rising.”.
Courtenay. “My friends! I need not dwell upon

The vast success of Volume I;
Suffice it, that its tout ensemble
Has made our worst revilers tremble;
That Censure owns at last she's wrong,
And Scandal almost holds her tongue.

Howbeit, midst our wreath of bays,
There sprout some

BRAMBLES OF DISPRAISE ;
Which, when the precious leaves we snatch,
Inflict a most delightfal scratcb;
Too soft to make us cry about it
And—we might go to sleep without it.
Here is a ' Senex,' cold and grave,
Quite puzzled by the Knight and Knave;
And thinking that it's all a flam
About our Publisher and Pam.
Then here's a little pote from. Jessy,'
Who can't abide that Sober Essay!'
' A Fourth-form' thinks, 'tis best by far
To stick to the vernacular;
Our Muse goes limping on a patten,
Whene'er she's running after Latin.
• Amicus' is in monstrous pique

Because he isn't' up to Greek.'
O'Connor. “ As Gerard said, the other day,

Och! sure it's very clear, oh!
Non intelligibilia

Sed intellectuo fero."
Chorus.

“ Order! order! a Bull, a Bull!”
O'Connor. I'd knock you down, but my mouth is full,"
Swinburne. “ Maviv med
Oakley.

“ I differ.” Nesbit.

“Some beer.”
Chorus. “ Silence! hark to the Chairman!" ( Hear!) *
Courtenay. “My head feels a sort of a dizziness,

· I've written and spoke till it aches ;
So before we proceed to our business,
We'll finish this dish of

BEEP-STEAKS. · Rowley. “I love a steak !-proudly it sweeps along;

Whether the kitchen broileth it or frieth,

And Punsters tell that oftentimes it crieth,
"Chaucer, oh! Chaucer!!--He was Lord of song
In Britain! Wrapt in doublet and in rhyme,

He walk'd the dear Metropolis, and tasted

Of meats multigenous, bak’d, broild, and basted in
The pride of Taverns in that ancient time.
I wish that I could rhyme like him of old,

I wish that I could eat the food he eat;“,

But stop, Thalia, for you want a whet;
The reader's tird-the steaks are getting cold
Stop le for my own, and for the reader's, sake;
But oh! I'm very partial to a, steak.!.”

* " Silenceli Kank to the signall-fire"--BYRON.

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